Princess | Dream

Chapter 2

After the competition between me and Dream, he has been acting strange, to say the least. He has been a silent stan, as I would like to call him. He has been donating subs every stream. Liking my tweets. Liking my Instagram posts. But never actually saying anything. 

I've been on the SMP for about a week now and I've become good friends with many people on here, and I've quickly gained a reputation on the server. I have grinded HARD for the past week and I finally have all the right enchantments and netherite. Making me the second most powerful player on the SMP, following Techno. 

I log on, ready to find myself a totem of undying. When I log on, I spawn in my house. I hear my door open. Then I see Dream. In my cloud house. What! The! Fuck! Dre!

"VC?" I see in chat. 

Surprised, I join VC 1. 

"Hey Day." Dream chirps. I furrow my eyebrows. Why is he so happy?

"Um, Hi." I say back, confused. 

"How are you?"

"Fine. Why are you in my house?" 

"Wow, very friendly you are." He laughs, "I have decided that I will join you in your journey today." 

"Why?" 

"Because, I think we should, um, get to know each other better." 

I'm certain after the slight "um", that he knows I'm trying to get a totem of undying. He's going to try to steal it from me, that's for sure. Nevertheless the thought of him wanting to join my stream makes me hesitate for a moment. "Alright." I say.

I take more food while Dream looks around my house. "Why did you build a house in the sky?" He asks while opening one of my chests. "Why do you have so much slime? And so many bones?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?" I huff. 

Dream chuckles a little. "Curiosity." He replies. I hum in reply. 

"Alright, let's go." I say and jump down into the river below my house, with Dream following right behind me. 

"You're unbelievably slow." I say as I go into F5 mode and see him far behind.

"It's not my fault you're cheating." He retorts. I laugh. 

"Cheating? How exactly?" I ask amused.

"Well, I don't know! Swiftness potions or something." 

"We both know that's not true."

"Says the player 20 yards ahead of me." 

"Hey, you don't have to be a dick just because you're salty that I won against you in the tournament." I tease, holding back a giggle.

"You obviously cheated during the tournament." He states. 

I erupt in laughter while he stays silent. Oh, he's serious.

"And how exactly did I cheat?" I ask, amidst my laughter. 

"I don't know. Yet."

"Yet?" I repeat. He hums in response. 

"I mean I realise there was a one in 72 trillion chance of-" 

"SHUT UP!" He interrupts me laughing. 

I turn around my character to face him. 

"Make me." I tease. I hear him let out a single chuckle and then silence. There is an odd tension between us, something I didn't think I would feel towards someone I have never seen and spoken to properly.